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Michael John May 6
caw!
my mum went to school
with you?!

this is called things that
annoy me-
comedy as philosophy..

people who stare
across the bar after
being refused

casual-oral..
the sparrows..
books that fall apart

when i read them
i am no longer young
and yet younger..

people who say they are
better than me but
when asked as to the wherefore

say something ridiculous..
history
geography and algerbra..

the can-can
laughing police-men
losing my marijuana..

what passes for fun
some persistant tune
stood on lego..ow..

towels trowels and owls
(but not the last one
every summer there is


sweet cry in the night as
it calls for a mate..!)
paradox..

rollerskates
skates
fate..

lost socks
rusty woks
love in hock..

poems
that go on and on
om...
Michael John May 3
***
a single line is everything
sapphire and cracked emerald
a trifle used and hotter
our muse-local hotty-

lily..!thanks steve-******..
i got a few things to say-
they may not rhyme and
i do not pray

but to look and crave
my hearts tranquillity
some times i moon
of latent crime

sooner live in a cave-
than live guilty..!
they who said i never
make it..

when i could not say
before back then..
but in my stupid way
was clever..

and today i write
not all i cannot remember
and amen to that..
so teachers..

bar room fannies
bus drivers and who else
-reduced to state of idiocy
by this cruel world

a little child..who could not
think or speak..could not
spell my name-that was the
guiness-lol..

pulled my self out..
not with a shout of not i
but who cares and read
some sacred lines..

began way way!and today
well,hard to believe
easy to laugh but easier to cry
hey just easy..thankyou..
sapphire and cracked emerald taken from diamond dogs  by bowie and legend
Michael John May 2
lily says, the stage
is the loneliest place
of all..

here madness blooms!
here,love and hate like
identical

twins of sin cavort like
bored angels-
alone..

the merciless bone
the choke bread
no shaded..!

all alone..
and for my next poem
o..
Michael John May 1
or i will give advice?!
what my father never said..
(and try not to patronise..)

don´t pick your nose-
long time dead!
learn to cook..

find a woman and you
will find love
there is always someone

watching..
don´t get old son-
read leonard cohen

love is god sent
stay away from the cider tent
hark to bill and ben

find what you love and
do that-your a dog
your a cat..

there is dream and there
is the real-seek and bon-chance
on that one..

bare your soul and make
a million and good luck on that
one..

don´t climb trees
when your high
listen well children..!

there are doors of perception-
you will not have your cake
and william blake..

we are angel and devil
the choice loquacious mandible
is fake..

ride a camel..
like it all if you can
play a clever hand..

put your head in a lion
get the write end
sing and dance you own..

be proud but no too proud
be loud but..
live in a hut on the sand..

end in the end
begin ..
don´t outstay your welcome..
find a woman-is of course skynyrd..
Michael John May 1
or i will chat from
the heart-what is important
what should be learnt
are you hurt

is the pain such
you can not think..
no touch..
if only you concentrated

if only..
where should i start?
when i drift away
a fractured heart..

into some dark den
of the forgotten
some belated fortune-
the next level..

i am old and yet a child
i am young and yet an effing
old man..and i no longer smile
angel and devil..

so i dream of the wild scapes
with the jolly tent on my back
(god bless the cider tent..)
my life spent..

ramble on..you can get to
the end my hairy friend..
just because and why..
a small debt to pay..
Michael John Apr 30
i thought i might rap
or some ryhmes
bukowski opened to stadium

s..something from the archives
death or life-my goa trilogy, mayhap..
what happened to my shoes?

the captains shoes..stranded at
king´s cross-shorted in the freeze
and not even a smoke..(poor one..)
Michael John Apr 30
i
i

how does one captivate
by a word, say it-
love or hate
repeated-

a chorus of tat..
the hush of the cider tent..
honest or the mask paint-
a spell hexed..

an observation or thought
some veiled threat or
mystical twaddle-
lily loses it..pressured..

ii

i think i will just
go on and say what-ever
comes to mind..

and should it all go
wrong-and i die..
shrug and say, that is life..
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